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“Your Alpha,” Hayden’s deep, commanding voice vibrates through my body, bringing with it a deep sense of beingprotected and cherished. My first mate settles his hard grip on my already bruised hips. “Soon you’ll have five Alphas that crave you as much as I do. But my knot should finish the mating ritual.”
Hayden’s big, thick, pre-cum slick cock enters me with brutal force. He’s still bigger than his brothers right now. He stretches me to my limit, and my brutalized, needy pussy clenches around him, begging for the powerful thrusts only he can deliver.
“Beg for it, mate,” Hayden’s demanding tone dominates me completely. “Beg for me to breed you.”
“Please, Hayden,” I am almost sobbing, my body still shaking and shuddering. “I want your baby in my belly. Please!”
Hayden’s first thunderous thrust rocks the bed. The wood protests beneath us, but it doesn’t deter him, and he builds to a tempo that I don’t think I could stand if I wasn’t in heat. He was holding back before, but he’s definitely not holding back now.
“You’re going to save our pack, Ansley. It’s your pack now, too, just as much as it is ours,” Hayden’s profound words are punctuated by his brutal thrusts. “Five Alphas. One mate. Enough children to save our kind.”
I suddenly realize that’s the future I crave, too. Not the one my grandfather’s expectations set for me. Not the one I’ve worked so hard for. This. Being with them. Being their mate and the mother of their children. Saving them from extinction by giving birth to the next generation of wolf shifters. In the back of my overheated mind, I wonder if they will all be wolves. I’m certainly not. I guess we’ll find out.
“Hayden… Yes, please, don’t stop,” I beg, every flutter of my orgasm making me crave more.
I sink into the mattress, my vision going white. For a moment, it feels like a vision, but nothing appears. Just pure pleasure as the strange aura surrounds me. I sense the others watching me, as their Alpha takes what is his.
Then my vision tunnels and I’m staring at the mattress again, something building inside me that feels like it may tear me apart. I gasp, but I can’t speak. I scream, but even that sounds muffled.
The bed keeps shaking. I keep orgasming, but another one is building, coming up from beneath the pleasure that’s already unraveling me.
“Haaaayden!” I scream loud and long.
I come so hard, it feels like everything inside me snaps. Bones, muscles, even my soul, torn apart and pulled back together with a mighty release that is met by Hayden’s now erratic thrusts.
“My mate!” he yells. “Ourmate!” Then he roars as his own orgasm overtakes him and I feel his seed jetting into my deepest places.
“Finally,” he groans, his cock already swelling. “Now you’ll be knotted by an Alpha.”
The intense stretch and burn register, but I’m too overcome with pleasure to care. My orgasm peaks while he knots, and once we’re joined together, I still shake violently. So violently Hayden has to lean over me and wrap his arms around me to hold me steady.
It feels like we’re connected on some deeper level now. One stronger than fate. Stronger even than this physical mating. It’s a bond. An eternal bond, and now, there is nothing missing.
“This will mark you as mine, just like you’ve been marked by my brothers,” Hayden growls, then his teeth sink into the back of my neck.
I’ve been marked. Claimed. Possibly even bred. I’m covered in sweat, blood, and I havethemrunning down my thighs like a river.
But the mating ritual is finally complete. We are complete.
CHAPTER 32
Ansley
I fall asleep with five wolves surrounding me.
When I wake up, I expect to be sore. I even groan when I roll over, but I don’t feel any of the lingering ache I should be feeling after what they did to me.
There’s something new. Something I’ve never felt before. I can feel my mates, and not because they’re watching me; they’re fast asleep. It’s like we’re connected on a deeper level now. Emotions. Heartbeats. An invisible thread that connects me to each of them.
The pack bond: it’s real, and it’s strong.
I rub my eyes as I try to get my vision to focus. Wyatt is to my right and he’s massive. As big as Hayden in his true Human Form. So are Remy, and Storm. Jaxton, though. He’s a sight to behold. Larger and broader than Hayden, muscles tight, like they’re permanently coiled, ready to be unleashed.
I sit up enough to realize I’m in much better shape than I should be. I reach back to touch the marks on my shoulders and neck, expecting scabs or wounds. Instead, I find only smooth scars, raised slightly, but not painful. The marks may be permanent, but they’ve healed.
“It worked,” I whisper, shaking Wyatt. “It worked! You’re all Alphas!”
Groans and growls meet my excitement as their eyes open. Hayden is the first to stand up, and he looks like he always has, but his amber eyes flicker when he sees his brothers.
